One of my strongest memories from my Swedish summer was when I woke up at 4am to the sound of the waves crashing right outside the tent I was sleeping in.. I walked out into the black night and was stunned by the beautiful waves I could glimpse in the dark, something that I did not think was possible in Sweden. I had no other option, but to stay up until I could see properly and get into the water for the first surf with my new board at half past 5am...